I have a bunch of paragraphs that might one day become an absurdly long fic about Lance and the Blue Lion being BFF.
(The basic plot is ‘You can keep mental conversations with your lion and Blue really likes having someone to talk to after spending 10000 years stuck in a cave on Earth. Also, Lance is her Paladin and she goes full Mama Lion on him’.)
Anyway, I wrote the Mandatory Angsty Scene that doesn’t fit anywhere and that only exists because I’ve been lurking on the “Lance McClain” tag for a week and it’s full of langst (what did this kid do to us that we keep hurting him?), so of course I was influenced, but which I don’t think I’ll ever use for anything, so here it is, in all its glory.
He’s about to get killed and his first thought is that he didn’t fold his clothes before leaving his room.
It pops into his head, that his clothes are strewn across the room and someone will have to go in there to put everything in order at some point. Thank goodness it won’t have to be his mom.
He’s never seeing his mom again.
He’s never going home again.
He’s never taking Blue to Cuba.
Blue might be destroyed here.
“I’m so sorry, Bonita,” Lance whispers, not caring that the others might hear him through the comms.
Blue’s warm in his head, as sorrowful as he is. She’s mourning him, because she might survive, but he most definitely won’t.
“You could at least try to comfort me,” he tells her, sounding far more amused, far more cheerful than he feels.
He can distantly hear the others calling him through the comms, giving instructions to try to help him, or just repeating something (his name, the word 'no’, pleads), but he can’t pretend he has any chance of surviving.
“I’ll remember you,” Blue says.
And, okay, that is actually a comfort.